state of being hope·less
I saw yellow in the shadow of doubt.
A glimpse of the sun?
No, I saw you.
I Made A Wish. You Made It Come True.
The darker the sky; the brighter the mind.
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state of being hope·less
I saw yellow in the shadow of doubt.
A glimpse of the sun?
No, I saw you.
I Made A Wish. You Made It Come True.
The darker the sky; the brighter the mind.
;
Drenched from the blood in my veins, this book speaks of the different aspects of the dark. Catastrophically, the woeful brooks flow through these pages, bringing with them, the unavoidable, unwaveri...